Big blue eyes, pointy nose, chasing mice, and digging holes.
Tiny paws, up the hill, suddenly you're standing still.
Your fur is red, so beautiful, like an angel in disguise.
But if you meet a friendly horse, will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse?
...mo-o-o-o-orse? ...mo-o-o-o-orse?
How will you speak to that h-o-o-orse?
...h-o-o-orse? ...h-o-o-orse?
WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY!?

The secret of the fox, ancient mystery.
Somewhere deep in the woods, I know you're hiding.
What is your sound? Will we ever know? Will always be a mystery; what do you say?
You're my guardian angel, hiding in the woods.
What is your sound? Will we ever know?
I want to, I want to, I want to know!